Before Huang Dashan left, he had said that the scientific research institute would bring people to a "small gathering", but Lin Chou really didn't expect that so many people would come. The people coming up from the mountain formed four long queues.
A group of people came up first and cleared Yan Huishan immediately. Xu Yinzhi and others drove people back to the base city. The big-breasted sister, Sikong, Xiao Wu, Ye Luan and others were arranged to stay in Xiao Wu's house. The room was guarded by eight fourth-order evolvers.
Five people in white coats were walking at the front, escorted by the research institute's escort team wearing a pattern of stars and thorns. Two of them had been to the small pavilion before - Academician Hu and Li Qin.
Behind them were a large group of evolvers with medals on their shoulders, about thirty or forty of them.
The other party is much easier to recognize. Her bright red dress and charming smile are really conspicuous. There must be people behind her who are in trouble.
The third party is all in camouflage uniforms, this is the garrison.
There were only three people in the last party, a middle-aged man in a black dress, a half-century-old servant who was always stooped, and a young woman in a short skirt holding a folder.
People from all directions stood beside the willow pavilion. The middle-aged man in black dress took off his hat and said first,
"Then, let's stay here."
Three people per head,
"The place is good. It's in the Loop Corridor every year. This year, it's very good. At least I have something to drink."
"It's still very open...very suitable...hehehehe..."
A dozen people accompanying the committee came out of the queue. They opened their backpacks and took out various mechanical parts and tools. In less than ten minutes, a long metal table was set up in the yard, and it also came with a very comfortable-looking table. Chairs.
"Tsk, what happened after all? These trivial matters are all taken into consideration."
The deputy director of the Development Committee with a mustache looked at the scientific research institute and smiled.
"Let all the academicians of the Academy of Sciences, who have worked hard and made great achievements, sit on the ground. We cannot do such a thing. Besides, respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue of our Chinese people. It's a joke, it's a joke."
General Ye from the garrison snorted,
"I said, Mo Chu, you are so thoughtful, why don't you give these sick chickens in the Research Institute a few sets of radio gymnastics to do every morning, noon and night, to ensure that each of them can live one more year? Half a year."
"Look at my boys, they have to get up at three o'clock every day and run 30 kilometers cross-country with heavy weights..."
Matchmaker Mo smiled coquettishly, while Lao Hu looked impatient.
"Don't talk about what you have or don't have. Just sit down and sit down. I still have an experiment waiting for me to do. Hurry up and talk about it."
The middle-aged man in black dress took the main seat on the right side of the long table, with an old man and a young woman standing beside him.
After everyone sat down, the black dress suddenly said,
"Since you've borrowed someone else's place, why should you express yourself? Everyone, let's talk while we eat?"
General Ye laughed loudly,
"Yes, yes, it's best to have a few more Qingquan Mountains."
Mo Hongniang also smiled and nodded, looking at the accompanying production committee members sitting next to Mustache. They all had a red word "car" embroidered on their shoulders.
The old female academician Li Qin frowned.
"Let's just talk about things. We have traveled so far to eat and drink. The time in our scientific research institute is calculated by the second. It's not like them..."
The old dean paused his cane and said, "Quiet."
Li Qin hesitated and swallowed the words on his lips.
The old dean shook his beard and turned sideways towards Lao Hu.
"Are you sure this time?"
Lao Hu looked back at the people following him, smiled bitterly, shook his head and said,
"Our Research Institute has always been the weakest party in this matter."
The old dean sighed and cursed in a low voice with a dark face, "Damn..."
Old Hu said,
"It seems that this year, we have to guard and prepare the army. Not only did the production committee lose a fourth-level high-level strongman Scar, but even the fifth-level mutant Fengxing from the car-shaped department was killed by Wei Tianxing. The production committee, it is difficult to Ah... they had fifteen seats last year, but this year, there are only eleven seats."
The old dean shook his head repeatedly.
"Eleven positions are still few? Our scientific research institute has never had more than five positions since its establishment!"
Lao Hu coughed and said, "Ahem, each has its own strengths and weaknesses, cough, cough, cough..."
Li Qin endured it for a long time, "Dean, weren't you talking about a three-way party? What on earth is going on?"
The old dean said calmly, "Just watch and don't interrupt."
"Well..."
During the discussion here, several people over there had already ordered the dishes, and the dishes were served soon.
Brine peanuts, tofu mixed with green onions, salt-baked chicken, and dried rat meat baked in a carbon oven.
No more, no less, these four dishes of side dishes are placed in front of each seat.
Li Qin subconsciously wanted to vomit.
"Rat... vomit..."
Everyone's eyes at the table were focused on her.
The middle-aged man in black dress glanced at Li Qin, turned around, and said to Lin Chou who was moving the wine jar,
"Lin Chou, little friend Lin."
Lin Chou was stunned, "I am Lin Chou, you are..."
The middle-aged man stood up and said, "I am Sikong Yu, Sikong's father."
Sikong...'s father!
If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Lin Chou would really like to ask, how did you make Sikong thinner than a little chicken when you are so tall and burly?
After shaking hands, Sikong Yu sat down and said nothing more.
"Boy, what kind of wine is this?"
General Ye on the side carried the wine jar and asked,
"The home-brewed three-color snake wine tastes pretty good."
General Ye fell down laughing.
"You're not a small talker. I grew up in Qingquan Mountain drinking Wenzhong wine. Do you dare to say that your wine is not bad?"
"It doesn't hurt to try."
"Well..." General Ye suddenly hooked his arm around Lin Chou's shoulder and almost pressed his big, unshaven face against Lin Chou's nose.
"Tell that brat surnamed Huang to stop bullying my unsatisfactory brat, otherwise he will come back to my old lady crying all day long, which will annoy me to death!"
Lin Chou wiped away the non-existent cold sweat, "Is your...son?...Who is it?"
"Ye Ming, I gave him a lay-off lieutenant general job in the garrison. He has no future. He just eats and waits for death... Damn it, the old lady loved this little brat too much and spoiled him when he was young. What's wrong, I can't bear the slightest grievance... It doesn't matter if his little brat complains, Lao Ye and I will be in trouble..."
The people under General Ye laughed loudly, obviously this kind of thing was no longer strange.
Lin Chou scratched his head, saying that this Ye Ming was really familiar.
General Ye rolled his eyes, "Remember?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Lin Chou nodded.
"That's good."
Only a few dozen people were eligible to sit at the table, and the remaining people formed a large circle and kept their distance around them.
Sikong Yu coughed,
"Then, please give us your numbers."
General Ye took the lead and said, "Garrison, fifteen votes."
Mo Hongniang said, "The committee has eleven votes."
The old dean took a deep breath and said, "Scientific Research Institute, seven votes."
